An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

all, they

was their duty to see this though to the very end and

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listen and get their face masks…"

It felt a bit odd, seeing as he was the shortest among them, but he chose to

no one

confident of their tolerance level. I mean, look at us." Richard smiled at Sherlock. "We're also not wearing

stronger, obviously." Britta

a lot greater than Miasma that would be drifting in the air, so there was really

the load they carried. Not only that,

given the limited amount they carried, it was doubtful that

make some money." Sherlock

for peddlers to enter Dungeons, especially if it was a

at absurdly high rates. Depending on the difficulty of the Dungeon, and the desperation of the Adventurers inside, their rates could go from three times more than the usual

those items—whether it be Potions or

peddlers to risk their lives by entering dangerous Dungeons… just to make a lot

need to focus on those behind us.

words echoed amongst the strong, everyone cast their gaze on the man

now, he held his briefcase like a traveling

importantly, he had remained quiet

Until now.

Jet glanced left and right, ensuring his eyes met every single one of

ahead, at the massive

If we don't focus on the task at hand, we could be the ones

tone attached to them as

were cases of strong Adventurers dying in Dungeons, just as there were

Adventurers, strong or weak, perished

was something that had to

a Dungeon, there were unknown creatures that lurked

comprehend them, just as they could not